The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 19

The Art Of Revenge

Brandon’s Pov

I pretended not to hear her yelling, “What’s wrong with you? Learn to respect women!” She kept yelling, she was so uncomfortable and on the verge of panicking.

“I merely came to make sure you didn’t use my towel,” I explained as I took the towel from the corner and began rolling it out.

Her expression of disbelief was priceless. To be honest, I kind of enjoyed bullying her, she was like a little sister that I never had. I wheeled myself out of the bathroom but before I could disappear, she called;

“Brandon Brandon!,”

I rolled in with a smirk on my face

“How am I supposed to dry myself?” she asked.

“Oooh, I’ll fetch you your towel,” I murmured, a grin on my face as I wheeled myself out. I was disappointed, somehow I expected her to be in the shower and not the tub but it was fine. I grabbed her a new towel.

The second time I knocked, and she told me to throw it in, which I did as I rolled back to the bedroom, convinced she was breathing fire while bathing.

She was out with a scrubbing brush in minutes, yelling at me, “What did I say about the rules!”

“I’d like to see the sunset,” I said, oblivious to her question.

“Brandon, no. Respect me as a lady in this house; I require my privacy,” she cried out.

“I forgot you were bathing; my illness causes me to lose track of time,” I lied. I asked in a serious tone as I wheeled myself out, “Can you dress up, I want to watch the sunset. I’ll be waiting for you outside, so you can enjoy your solitude.”

I went out of the room after adding. I could tell she was pondering whether or not to believe me. I began counting down on my watch, and she was out, enraged, in ten minutes. And without saying anything, she led the way to the beach.

“Thalia, I didn’t notice your vaginal area,” I stated as I followed her.

She finally said, “I thought you wanted to nap.”

“As soon as I lay down on the bed, my back started paining,” I explained. She locked her gaze on me and drew closer as if she was going to slap me in the face. I swayed but she placed her hand on the side of my cheek.

Her hands were so gentle as if she had never carried a hefty object before. “Brandon, your temperature is high, how are you feeling? Where is your medication?” she asked.

I considered telling her she was my new medication, but I decided against it. I had already spoo ked her enough with my prying eyes. I had noticed how when she was around I forgot I was doomed to die.

I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t take any medications since, as we all know, the medicine causes another ailment.”

“But what exactly were those tablets I discovered on the floor?”

“Pain reliever,” I replied.

“Brandon, oh my Go d! I’m so sorry,” she said. From being mad at me just a second before, she was all caring and concerned, “what should I do, what do you do when the temperature rises?” she inquired.

“Take me to the water,” I ordered and told her to relax; it was all normal for my temperature to shoot up all of a sudden; I had grown accustomed to my melancholy disease. We were at the beach, and I got up and walked to the water with her help. “What are you up to, Brandon?” she inquired.

“Simply dipping my toes in the icy water allows me to unwind,” I said, but instead of standing on the water, I sat down, enjoying the small waves crashing against me. As I gritted my teeth and waited for the episode to end, the cold wind also provided a shield.

“Brandon?” She spoke in hushed tones and attempted to touch me, but I stopped her. I was quiet, my muscles felt as though they were being stretched with a pressing iron. “No,” I answered, oblivious to the fact that she was standing next to me.

She could see that I was in pain, she sat down on the water and did not mind that she was going to be soaked. I slid my head over her thighs without permission and told her to pour water on my back.

“Oh, now I get it,” she said as she realized why I had entered the bathroom.

“I would have let you in the tab if you had explained yourself,” she remarked.

I grinned, “You wouldn’t, you were naked,” I replied.

“What’s so difficult about you simply asking politely? I would have put something on,” she stated.

“You’re causing a ruckus, Thalia.” I closed my eyes and said, “I’m going to take a nap.” I couldn’t tell if it was the cold water or the soft thighs lowering my temperature. I called out her name.

“Yes,” she replied.

“We have exactly twenty-seven days until our meeting tomorrow, so please promise you won’t be nervous,” I said.

She said, “I…will do my best.” But her voice was not convincing. As she continued to slam me with the cold water, I shrugged and drifted off. It was already dark when I awoke, and we were being battered by large waves, and she was sound asleep as she rested her head on my back.